A Touch of Fae (4 page)

I’ve died and gone to heaven
.
A naughty heaven
.

Pushing away in order to have room to move she spread Alessandro’s shirt away from his chest. Shrugging his shoulders he let it drop to the floor then quickly pushed his pants down his legs. Black silk boxers followed.

Violet’s breath stalled in her chest as Alessandro finally stood naked in front of her. Damn! What a beautiful man.

The afternoon sun coming in the windows created sharp shadows on his smooth, hairless chest. Violet ran her fingers over his sternum, curious. She had never seen a man without chest hair. Around here they generally had
too
much rather than too little. It was an intriguing sight. The rest of his body was just as exquisite. His cock pointed straight up at her, bobbing slightly as blood pounded through it. Again though, hairless. Her pussy clenched at the thought of welcoming him in. Her fingers slipped into the grooves between the striations of the muscles in his abdomen and glided from one to the next. Fascinating.

Rory reminded her she was dealing with two men by tugging her back against him. Violet felt the length of him nestle into the groove of her butt cheeks and even through her blue jeans it excited her. Alessandro reached out and pulled on the hem of her t-shirt, silently asking if she was ready. Without hesitation Violet ripped the shirt over her head, making her hair whip around to cover her breasts. She was actually proud that she had worn her pretty blue satin bra today rather than the plain utilitarian sports bra she normally wore. Bending over, she skimmed her jeans down over her hips and off her legs, kicking them away. When she stood up again Rory unclasped her bra, and she flung it away as well. She stood between the two men and a shiver wound down through her body in trepidation. She knew she was a little rounded and always vowed to herself she was going to drop ten or fifteen pounds, but it never seemed to happen.

Brilliant, shining hazel eyes surveyed her body and Violet got the feeling he loved what he saw.

Alessandro reached out to glide a finger over her needy nipple, making it pucker more than it already had. Violet was actually proud of her breasts. Her hips were a little large and her body was a little too strong, but her breasts proclaimed her as all woman. They were pouting right now, begging for attention. Alessandro complied, covering both with his palms, kneading carefully. Violet felt a moan working itself out of her throat. That felt so good.

Rory’s heat disappeared for a long second and when he snugged back up against her he was naked. And enormous. The man was seriously built. Turning around between the two, she gave Alessandro her back as she surveyed Rory.

Rory did have hair. Actually he had a profusion of it. His bulging chest had a cloud of dark auburn red in the center with a thin line that arrowed between his abdominals to his groin. And his cock. My god, she thought. How
the hell
would a woman take all of that? Or a man, for that matter?

Looking up into his face, she was unsurprised to see the glasses still shading his eyes. She reached up to remove them but he stopped her hand.

“Not yet,” he rumbled.

Violet decided to play along. For now.

Reaching down, she ran her hand over the tip of his cock, making it flex.

“I don’t think I got enough of this. My mouth is watering.”

Violet blinked and found herself kneeling on the bed.
What the fuck??

Rory had picked her up and moved her faster than she could breathe out a question. Now he stood at the edge of the bed, fist on his cock, apparently waiting. With a smile Violet moved forward on hands and knees and took him gently into her mouth. He tasted divine. Salty and earthy. Full of potential.

Anxious hands smoothed over her round ass and she remembered Alessandro. Glancing back, she saw he was on his knees behind her, also fisting himself. She saw his upper arm move and felt fingers dance in the moisture of her slit. Groaning, she let her head fall forward, relishing the sensation. It had been so long since she had had a man pay attention to her. Her hips jerked as the pad of his finger ran over her clit.

“Oh damn,” she groaned. She arched her back as one of his fingers slipped inside her, teasing. He began working it in and out, then explored her folds. Occasionally he would run over her clit and she would jump like she’d been struck by lightning.

“Oh, please,” she found herself whispering. “More.”

Alessandro heard her because two fingers slipped inside her. Violet didn’t know what he did but his forward movements began hitting a spot inside her that was electric, almost as good as hitting her clit. She arched her back, making subtle movements with her hips. Encouraging him to hit that spot.

Violet opened her eyes to find Rory not-so-patiently standing in front of her. How could she have lost track of what she was doing? Reaching forward she tugged him to her, slipping her lips over the head of his cock. He was salty again and vibrantly full. He must have liked watching her. Encircling him with her hand, she began bobbing in time with Alessandro plunging his fingers in. She actually felt bad because she could only take a few inches into her mouth.

Alessandro began circling her clit with the pad of his thumb and Violet knew she was going to come soon. She groaned around Rory’s dick and started to pull back but he fisted his hand in her hair to keep her on him. Violet struggled to keep her concentration as Alessandro made that final, slow sweep that sent her over the edge. She spasmed against Rory as every part of her body clenched and released, making her quake on the bed. She struggled to stay on her knees and not melt into the mattress. Rory let her gasp in air for a moment before urging her back down onto him.

Violet was more than happy to comply. Aftershocks still chased through her occasionally, but the edge of her hunger had been taken away. Pulling back, she kissed and licked her way up and around Rory’s cock, trying to give him the same satisfaction she’d just had.

Behind her she felt Alessandro kiss the cheek of her bottom. “That was beautiful,
bella
. But I think you have many more in you.”

He was right. She could come many times in one session if her partner took time with her. Even when she masturbated she generally needed three to feel satisfied, sometimes even more.

There was a rustling behind her that sounded like a condom package being ripped open. Then the head of Alessandro’s cock teased at her opening and Violet paused. He slipped inside her easily, coating himself in her juices. Grasping her hips he began moving, gliding over that good spot again. Once seated he paused, as if to allow them both a chance to accommodate to the fit. Violet quivered around him, her body clenching around him in reflex. Alessandro mumbled something in Italian, stroked his hand down the length of her back and started to surge into her. The force of his movements pushed Rory’s cock inside her mouth deeper and Violet had to pay special attention that she didn’t hurt him with her teeth.

Alessandro began to move faster, more deliberately. She felt the roll of his hips heaving into her and she shifted her own, arching her back more sharply. Alessandro gasped and began to lose his rhythm. Violet could feel his need building and she squeezed her muscles tightly around him. That seemed to do the trick because after several more quick thrusts he cried out, clinging to her back and hips as his orgasm contorted his body.

“
Dios mio
,” he moaned. Violet wiggled and clenched again, drawing out his pleasure. He gasped when she twitched, tightening his fingers on her hips. Slipping away slowly, he fell to the bed.

Rory pulled out of her mouth and ran a hand over her long dark hair. Then he just stared at her for several long seconds. Though his eyes were still shielded, Violet could feel the weight of his gaze measuring, contemplating.

Violet waited patiently, some intrinsic part of her knowing that something momentous was in the air.

Rory reached up and removed the wraparound shades.

With his dark auburn hair Violet had expected warm brown eyes. Instead when he took off the glasses, he revealed stunningly brilliant kelly green eyes. Looking closer she saw the inner part was Kelly green, but the outer ring was actually a darker evergreen color. Violet was intrigued. She had never seen eyes like that. But something about his look triggered recognition.

“You’re beautiful,” she told him honestly. “Why would you hide eyes like that?”

Rory looked down at Alessandro lying beside her and they shared some silent message between them. Violet didn’t want to take the time to try to interpret the look so she ran her finger up the underside of Rory’s cock. Alessandro reached forward and pressed a condom into her hand. Violet was glad somebody had the presence of mind to protect them because she had not even given it a thought. Gently she rolled the ultra-thin material over his length.

Tossing the shades away, Rory’s big hands pushed her down onto the bed. His hips nestled into the cradle of her groin, rubbing gently. Muscles bulged in his arms as he propped himself over top of her.

Violet angled her hips and the head of his cock breached her lips. Slowly, deliberately, he glided over the sensitive flesh of her labia and clit before angling further down to her opening. Violet appreciated that he was taking his time. Rory had the kind of dick that could cause damage to a woman.

But he was also getting impatient. With shallow thrusts he began working himself into her. It was slow going. Even as wet as she was, it would take a moment to acclimate. It had been four years since she had been with a man and Rory was no average man. Even with the work Alessandro had already done she was still tight.

With careful surges and retreats he managed to work himself inside as deep as he could go. Violet stilled, letting her body adjust to being penetrated so deeply. It was fantastic. Her body was burning, just a bit, but she was also once again just on the edge of orgasm. Rory stilled as well, just looking down at her for a long moment. Violet took a deep breath and smiled at him.

That must have been the reassurance he was looking for because he began moving. Violet could not help the moans coming out of her throat every time he seated himself inside her. She was so full. Reaching down she encircled his cock with her fingers, not surprised to find several inches still outside her body. There was no way she could take his entire length. Shifting, Rory pushed her knees up next to her shoulders, spreading her wide. Violet didn’t think she could take any more but she did.

That wonderful heaviness had begun to build in her lower body again, telling her she was incredibly close. From the side a hand reached in and gently found her clit, circling it in time to Rory’s movements inside her.

Violet screamed and convulsed, unable to help herself. All rational thought left her. It was soooo good. Her movements seemed to trigger Rory’s, because he plunged into her deeper than ever before, slamming home with enough force that Violet knew she would be tender tomorrow. Alessandro’s hand shifted from her quivering clit to Rory’s cock, creating a tighter ring than her own hand could. Rory strained above her, face contorted in ecstasy as he found his release. Violet could imagine she felt liquid gush into her womb and that feeling alone prolonged her own orgasm. Unable to help herself, she pulled Rory down onto her as he groaned. Nestling his face into her shoulder, he twitched and shook and squeezed his arms around her until Violet thought she was going to break.

Alessandro pulled his hand away and she turned her head enough to smile up at him in satisfaction. Nodding his head he returned her smile, resting a hand on Rory’s back.

Rory was shattered.
As his heart settled and his breathing returned to normal, he thought about what had just happened.

What
had
just happened?
Hell
, he thought, trying to marshal his thoughts. Sex had just escalated to a level he had only dreamt of before. The feeling of her wetness wrapped around him had to be the singular most fantastical feeling he had ever felt. For the first time he felt completely replete. Alessandro was the love of his life and making love with him was what kept Rory going from day to day. Violet, however, had been astounding.

Even now, he didn’t want to move because she was gently caressing his skin, from hip to shoulder, making him tingle with afterglow. Pushing his face deeper into her neck he breathed her in. Violet gasped and tightened her body around him. Rory felt blood beginning to head south so he pulled back. He couldn’t do that again. His emotions were ragged enough already.

Raising his head, he looked down into her face.

The woman was ethereal. Satisfaction softened the lines of her face, giving her a beauty that drew him inexorably. Her bright green eyes were clear as glass and unguarded. Dark walnut colored hair was mussed around her face. A smudge of grease graced her chin.

Unable to help himself, Rory lowered his mouth to hers. Maybe it had been a fluke. Maybe he had been so turned on by her demure, innocent allure, passion had fogged his brain. Maybe he had misread the ethereal tug of attraction.

No, he concluded as he hardened even more just from her kiss. It was definitely her.

Licking at her lips, he allowed himself a moment to enjoy. She tasted of rich, dark chocolate and mint. The mint had to be from Alessandro. Looking up, he found his partner watching them carefully, showing understanding to Rory’s predicament through his eyes. Guilt washed through him. What was he doing, lingering with her?

Hurting Alessandro’s feelings.

That forced him away from Violet. Straining, he levered himself over her on his arms and pulled out of her completely. His cock was tired, though still interested. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he allowed his body to relax. The woman sat up behind him and rested a hand on his back. His muscles clenched at the touch and though he tried to think distracting thoughts, he felt himself stirring more. With a curse, he forced himself off the bed and stomped to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, then back to his pile of clothes. Slipping his shades back on he felt a little more secure in himself. His eyes were a giveaway to his feelings; he knew that. It was why he wore glasses as often as he could. Why he had felt the need to take them off with her he didn’t know. The whole situation had him at a loss.